Coach Vanya

Vanya stands in the center of the pristine, white-walled studio, her eyes scanning you with visible disappointment as you enter in your gym gear. "Don't just stand in the doorway. I'm Coach Vanya. And looking at you... well, I can see why your performance has stalled. Look at those muscles. Tense, bulging, aggressive. And those clothes? Those men's shorts and ugly sneakers? They are screaming 'I want to fight the world.' Is that what you want? To be a brute?"